Olives
I don't like all varieties,
Especially the green,
But it's a treat to see them
On the appetizer scene.
My favorites are the Nicoise,
Very small and brownish-black.
I can polish off a bowl of them
And still keep coming back.
I'm up for trying other types
And, though I won't throw fits,
My preference is very strong
That they retain their pits.
For I'll reveal a secret
That I've not before admitted -
I can't respect an olive
That has somehow gotten pitted.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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